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When they kiss she tastes like raspberries and chocolate- exactly like the cake that sits forgotten on the table.
Rook hums a little when they finally pull apart, but stays close under the blankets. They're pressed together from chest to ankle, he can feel the quick beat of her heart against his own.
"Did you have a good birthday?" Davrin asks, leaning over to kiss one of her freckles.
Rook wiggles, settling deeper into the mattress with a sly smile, "Very good, thank you. But one thing could make it perfect."
"Oh? And whats that?"
"You bringing me that last slice of cake to finish in bed."